Wisdom......

At the end of each day I close my eyes thinking I have carried myself real well today... I did nothing stupid.. I made all wise decisions...and when I wake the next morning.. it gives me some sense that didn't seem to come to me the day before and when I look back I feel why couldn't I be this wise yesterday.. and the day before.. and all these years..!

Everyday teaches me something... is that all what it is.. learning.. unlearning.. and relearning...?

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